“Bet you twenty bucks they win, even without their best player.”
That voice. It sent goose bumps over her skin. It lit up her chest. All her lady parts tingled.
She turned around. Her heart skipped, and her skin sizzled. She was fighting a losing battle if she even tried to pretend she wasn’t ready to fling herself at him, or climb him like a tree. Especially with him here at the roller rink, wearing shorts and a T-shirt, his tanned, inked arms on display, his dark eyes sparkling like he had a secret.
“I bet they win, too,” she said, and her heart beat fiercely against her ribs.
“You know,” he said, taking his time with the words as he inched closer, “if they do, we should celebrate.”
Celebrate.
Heat raced through her body. Sparks roared through her. A celebration with Colin Sloan was code for the most mind-blowing sex of her life. But it was also code for so much more. It was how they’d spent their night together at the Venetian, and that evening had sent them hurtling down this twisting, turning path to lust, longing, and love.
Wait.
She pressed her foot on the figurative brakes. She couldn’t leap back into his arms just because he showed up. They’d agreed to take a break. She’d retreated because of her son. He was her top priority and would be until he left her home. But she didn’t have to shelter him, either. She couldn’t shield him from all the dangers of the world by shutting out love. She could, however, teach him about taking a chance. Taking the right chance, with the right person. Seizing the opportunity.
She’d cooled things off with Colin because of her need to protect her kid. The threat had never been about Colin though. It had been because of her work, because of what she did, because she was involved. That wasn’t going to change. The one thing she could adjust was her approach.
Including her approach to Alex. She needed to tell him she was going to take this chance.
She held up her finger. “I just need to find—”
A hand touched on her arm—her son’s hand. “I thought you were playing pool with your buddies,” she said, gesturing to the pool table at the rink.
“I was, but I wanted to let you know I called Colin and asked him to come down.”
“You did?”
He nodded, and he looked proud of himself. “I’m sorry I freaked out the other day.”
“It’s okay to freak out sometimes. I was freaked out, too,” she said, fighting to stay calm, even though every cell inside her buzzed with elation. Her son, her sweet, wonderful son, had made this reunion happen.
“But I don’t want you to worry and think I’m gonna turn into a basket case,” Alex said. “I’ll probably freak out again over something else. But I’m also stronger than I was before. Because I have an awesome mom, and I want her to be happy.”
Her son clasped her in a hug, and there was no point in fighting back the tears. She let them flow. She let them fall. She let herself feel everything.
“You’re titanium,” he said, just to her, and another surge of tears streaked down her cheeks. “And I’m glad you met someone you like.”
“And I’m glad you realized you’re strong inside. That you can handle things. That’s what I was telling you at laser tag. You’ve come far, and I’m proud of you.”
He broke the hug and tipped his head to his group of friends. “So, um, I’ll stay at Aunt Camille’s tonight, and you guys can…” He pointed from Colin to his mom, and she got his drift. She was glad he couldn’t say it. She wanted him to be fourteen. To embrace all that it meant to be young. “Whatever. You know what I mean.”
“I do,” she said, a wild grin on her face.
He walked off to join his friends, and she returned her focus to the man who stood in front of her at the Skyway roller rink. The music blasted from the DJ booth, the crowds cheered, and the soundtrack of arcade games and pool, of sodas fizzing, and of skates whipping around the oval, surrounded them.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi. I went to prison yesterday.”
She arched an eyebrow, not computing at first. Then it hit her. “You did?”
He nodded. “Yes. This woman told me she thought it would be a good idea.”
“Did she?” she asked, playing along now. “Sounds like a smart lady.”
He nodded as he grasped her hips in his hands, curling his fingers into her. “She’s amazing. And she always knows exactly what I need. She pushes me in ways I need to be pushed, and she lets me give to her in ways I want to give.”
“How do you like to give?” she asked as his fingers traveled up her waist, his touch setting her on fire.
He inched closer, molding his body to hers. “I like to give her pleasure. I like to give her love. I want to give her reason to trust that I’m the kind of man she can lean on.”
She laced her hands in his hair. “Oh, Colin. I know that. You are the best man I’ve ever known,” she said, and her heart was full nearly to bursting with a piercing, rich kind of joy. But somewhere in the back of her mind, her worries still lived and they needed to be voiced. They were different, though, than what she first thought they’d be.
“I missed you like crazy. It was only a few days, but I don’t care. The way I feel about you isn’t rational; it isn’t logical. But it’s so real. And it’s so true,” she said, dropping her hands to his chest and gripping the fabric of his shirt. “And I need you to know that I’m going to do everything I can to balance it all. You, and Alex, and being a mom, and work. And not get scared.”
She stopped talking as his lips quirked up, and he simply smiled, just as if he was madly in love with her. “It’s okay,” he said. “You don’t have to have it all figured out. You don’t have to be fearless all the time. Just be with me.”
“I want to be with you. I want to be fearlessly in love with you.” She tugged him to her, not caring that her team was circling the rink behind her, barely thinking about the crowds around them, only feeling this immeasurable closeness with this man. “And I am.”
He groaned and brought his lips to her neck. Instantly, a flurry of delicious tingles flared over her skin. “I can’t resist kissing you. Pretty soon I’m not going to be able to resist fucking you,” he whispered.
It was her turn to moan. To murmur. To let him know she wanted his resistance broken down…but not quite yet.
She pressed her hand to his chest. “We should have the place to ourselves in about an hour, if you’d like.”
“If I’d like?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. “If I’d like what? Tell me, Elle. What are you asking?”
She shot him a sexy grin. “To celebrate. Celebrate with me.”
He dipped his hand into the pocket of his shorts. “If you wear these, I will.”
He dangled a long pair of socks in front of her. They were red with Vs of illustrated birds on them. “Holy shit,” she said and grabbed them. “Where did you get them?”
“My soon-to-be-sister-in-law knows how to find anything on the Strip. So she found a store for me that sells all kinds of socks.”
She clutched them to her chest. “To some women, giving her socks would be like giving her a vacuum cleaner. I, however, am not one of those women.”
He quirked up his lips and ran his finger along the outside of her thigh. “And I am one of those men for whom socks are a crazy turn-on.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
The disco lights swirled in crazy-eight circles, and Elle raced around the rink, hot as fuck in her tight T-shirt, short skirt, and red socks. Bon Jovi blasted out of the sound system.
“Catch me if you can.”
Oh hell. There was no way he was backing down from that challenge. He pushed harder and faster on his wheels, and soon enough he caught up with her, grabbing her waist and pulling her to the side of the rink.
Breathless, she laughed in his arms as “You Give Love a Bad Name” echoed around them.